Mother's day composition

Writing ideas: Take Mother's Day as the theme, and describe it from the aspects of gratitude, memory and blessing. You can introduce your gratitude and love to your mother, describe her concern and dedication to yourself, and recall your past with her. Can be combined with specific examples and details, so that readers can have a deeper understanding of their own and their mother's stories and feelings, but also can express their blessings and beautiful expectations for their mother. Let's share three "Mother's Day" compositions for your reference?

Mother's Day Composition 1

Mother's Day used to be an empty holiday for me. Mom doesn't need me to celebrate for her. Sometimes she even forgets to say a simple Happy Mother's Day. But this Mother's Day, Teacher Liang actually asked us to write a letter or email to my mother. But for me at this age, I rarely express my love for my mother so intuitively. The moment I picked up the phone, I was completely shocked.

At that time, I was like a person trapped in a quagmire, a very alive person who was lonely in a cave but couldn't find a way out. I'm a little confused about this task. Why not just send a "Happy Mother's Day"? But on second thought, there is no sense of ceremony, so write a long paragraph? But I don't know what to say. Press delete with your finger on the keyboard, then delete and type again. I, who can write a long story, seemed a little pale and helpless at that moment.

Why don't you write a letter? It is easier to find feelings through writing. Writing letters is no stranger to my mother and me. We both used this method when the other party refused to talk. But even with this idea, it is too late to put pen to paper now. I've thought a lot. Since childhood, my mother has been busy with work, and she has little time to play with me during the day. Adolescent mothers are a little strict, but still very gentle. We will fight, jump up and down, and fall apart. Sometimes, just like a pair of sisters, there is a tacit understanding of "needless to say, I understand you".

Maybe this is fate. Let me meet my mother. I wrote a piece of writing paper and put it gently under her pillow, revealing a small corner. At that time, I was looking forward to it, and I was a little scared. I was looking forward to my mother's performance, and I was afraid to see her change her homework. It seems that a hammer has been beating my little heart, as if a pair of hands are squeezing my heart. People are really contradictory, but what is more contradictory than mother and son?

Mother's Day Composition II

Motherly love is a cup of warm milk, a cup of strong coffee and a cup of sweet and delicious hot cocoa. When we are young, maternal love is always with us. Tomorrow is Mother's Day, so I wrote a composition for my mother.

Once, maybe I was just in the second grade. Because fighting with my good friend was obviously the other person's fault, the teacher said it was my fault. On the way home, the small trees rustled at me, and the cars on the road roared past, which made me upset. It's raining lightly, and it's stuck in my heart like a silver needle. My body is cold, my heart is colder, and the thunder in the sky seems to scold me.

When I got home, I was soaked to the skin. My mother asked me, "How was school today?" Then he handed me the towel. I didn't care about anything. I went straight into the room and slammed the porter. My mother opened the door carefully and asked me what was wrong. I said to her, "What's it to you?"

After a while, my mother came in and took a cup of hot ginger tea and said, "Drink a cup of ginger tea to warm up first. I just asked the teacher, and the teacher said that this matter will be solved tomorrow. " Then, he closed the door gently.

I looked at this cup of ginger tea, which was put in my minion cup. Its yellow is mixed with the white at the bottom of the cup. The ripples on the tea leaves reflect the light of the desk lamp, and its appearance is so simple. I have mixed feelings in my heart. Is this still an ordinary cup of ginger tea? No, it's ginger tea with maternal love. My mother has done so much for me. For example, once I had a fever, she sat by my bed all night in order to give me medicine in the middle of the night, and woke up in the morning and fell asleep at my bed. On another occasion, there was a power outage at home. It was summer, and it was too hot at night, so my mother fanned me with a fan, and I fell asleep soon. I took a sip and it burned in my throat.

The body is getting colder, and the wounds of the mind are healing. My eyes suddenly got wet, but I took her as a punching bag ... My eyes filled with tears when I thought of it.

I ran out of the door, hugged my mother and said, "I was wrong." I remember my mother hugging me for a long time. ...

Mother's day composition 3

Maternal love, like water, is everywhere. A mother's love for her children is meticulous. If you pay attention, you will find that a mother's love for her children is hidden anywhere.

It was an ordinary afternoon, the sky was covered with thick gray clouds, and a few drops of rain fell from time to time. I came to the school gate as usual. After a long time, my mother disappeared. At this moment, I heard a voice: "grandson, come here quickly!" " "Isn't this grandma? When I got home, my grandmother told me, "Your mother is ill and will go to the hospital for a minor operation. It will be a few days before you see her. "

I began to do my homework. Before long, only a bell rang. It was a small call: "Xiaokai, can you hear ... tell you a little secret, my mother gave me a gun!" " It suddenly occurred to me that today is Christmas. After that, people called me to tell me what his Christmas present was.

I looked out of the window, and the dark clouds made me even sadder. I felt an impulse, like envy and jealousy. Listening to other people's happy laughter, I am very distressed, and I can only use my homework to cover up that pain. After a while, I came to the mirror and looked for a dictionary. I was about to leave when I saw a small box on the shelf in the mirror. I went over and thought, who is that annoying guy who left something at my house again? When I looked closer, I saw a line on the box. Come closer. It says: Merry Christmas, baby! My heart can't help trembling. ......

Although my mother was ill, she didn't forget to prepare a Christmas present for me. Isn't this my mother's love for me? That scene reappeared in my mind: my mother accompanied me to do my homework in the middle of the night; Save the best for me when eating; Stay with me day and night when I am sick.

My mother is ill, but she still thinks about me all the time. I can't help feeling guilty at the thought of this. Jealousy and sadness in my heart suddenly flew like smoke, leaving only happiness and gratitude for my mother. Isn't mother's deep love hidden in this box?

This gift is the most precious to me. It doesn't matter what the gift is, what matters is its meaning. Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Here, I want to say to my mother: Happy Mother's Day!